"I told ya ta stay still!" Hol Horse grumbled as he gently pushed you back into place.

You're being taken care of by your teammate. You're supposed to be killing the Joestars. But you're hurt. At least the cowboy is nice. On the eyes, too, with that beautiful blonde mullet and easy blue eyes.

He sat down full of food, holding a fork to your lips. "Eat up! Made it myself!" Why does he care about you so much? Almost like he likes you.